She is cyanide
Disguised
As a sugar cube
For his soulful tea
.
She is dead
Inside
As alive as pleasure
For her selfish deeds
.
She is partly machine
Manufactured
As a child
For the Devil’s keeps
.
She is the sweetest fruit
Forbidden
As a deliciously
Good and evil tree
.
She is
Nightmares
Without
Sleep
.
She is
Every
Man’s
Dreams
Lots can be said
Lots can be had
But lately
I’m thinking about
A Big Lots sale
Memories of childhood
Has me glad
Like truth or dare
This place takes
Me there
Do you choose
Dare because if you do
I dare you to tell me
The truth
Oh, you choose truth
Pinky swear not to lie
And actually tell
Why are you so scared
I choose dare
Found a life in the low
Of my life
I was turnt up
Sobered up
And sticky stuck
Guess I’m good
Guess my hood
Is getting out
Of it
Got money pockets
Got silent lockets
Drop it
Sock it
My ankle is outta pocket
And yet still
My grave
Will say
G got pockets
My grave will say
Yet still
Pockets are heavy
In bloody
Husband gravy
They can’t make me
I make me
Pop it
Lock it
Sock it
Drop it
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